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No, it's not just that. Originally, the number of people who were cursed and lost their shadows was only about ten thousand, but now the number of people who have passed out among the officers and soldiers is far more than this number.

In the flash of lightning, a thought flashed through Gou Ying's mind: It was Liu Hunkang! The tens of thousands of children Liu Hunkang asked them to find were already unconscious at this moment.

A dark wind flashed behind Gou Ying.

Thanks to his alertness, he ducked his head and escaped ten feet away. However, the soldiers around him were not so lucky. In the blink of an eye, they were all killed by the wind blade.

The person who took action was a soldier with dark skin and a pockmarked face. The officer-soldier sword in his hand had a wide back and a thin blade. With a single sweep, there was a violent whistling sound.

The half-moon-shaped wind blade flew out from the blade, quickly enlarged, and circled around his body. Not only were the armored bodies of the surrounding officers and soldiers cut open, but also the hull guardrails and even the sails engraved with many spells.

It was also easily torn apart.

"Master Bin Xie, do you still remember Shi Bao's sword skills?"

Gou Ying looked over in shock.

I saw the pockmarks and dark skin on the soldier's face were cracked and falling off piece by piece, revealing the appearance of Shi Bao, a lion with a nose and a wide mouth.

A whistle came from somewhere, and between the buildings and ships, mixed private soldiers rose up to kill. White knives went in and red knives came out.

There were also flying shuttles as small as the tail finger that shot out from between the cuffs of these rebellious private soldiers. Even the officers and soldiers who were more skilled in magic than them were caught off guard.

If your heart, lungs, throat or forehead were penetrated by such a shuttle hole, you would die on the spot.

Twenty officers and men's buildings and ships were all in chaos.

Some officers, soldiers, and generals heard that private soldiers were rebelling and killing people. When they saw private soldiers from wealthy families who had been incorporated into their ranks not long ago, they did not listen to the excuses and chopped them with swords.

On the big ship behind the palace, the innate general Feng Hui is in charge.

He knew that it was impossible for all private soldiers to be rebels, but the situation had developed to such an extent that there was no room for careful differentiation.

"Any private soldier who is not a traitor should jump into the water immediately. Anyone who violates this rule will be killed without mercy!"

The nine-ringed wind-splitting machete was swiped across Feng Hui's hand, and the sword energy spread out, rolling like a pillar, and smashed into pieces the dozens of people who were attacking him, including their flying shuttles and human bodies.

"Private soldiers jump into the water, otherwise they will be killed without mercy!!!"

He took a long breath, as if he had a big iron ball in his mouth, opened his mouth and roared out a series of sound waves. The roar spread to other buildings and ships, and generals issued similar orders one after another.

At this moment, the nine-ring machete, which was killing all directions and invincible, was held by the blade with one hand.

The unspectacular little pawn with a short beard held the blade of the blade and made it still. Then he spread his fingers easily and pushed the blade against the blade with his palm.

There was no real contact between his palm and the blade, but Feng Hui felt that the sword in his hand suddenly accelerated to an unacceptable level.

With a buzzing sound, the broadsword turned into a line of iron-red light and shot into the night sky.

Feng Hui's arm was driven by the blade of the knife and pulled hard to the side. Although the bones were not broken, the five fingers of the handshake and the tiger's mouth were rubbed by the handle of the knife, turning the flesh and blood.

"Who are you?"

Feng Huihu roared, used the palm of his hand to make a knife, and attacked him. The turbid energy and the general's luck mixed into a golden and black light, which flowed around his body, and unleashed an indomitable and brutal sword force.

The soldier's left arm was raised in vain, and the sword energy shot out from his side, killing hundreds of soldiers. He pressed his right palm forward, and a small rotating fireball was born from the palm of his hand. It expanded crazily and made a roaring sound of high temperature and distorted air.

Smash to Fenghui.

The wind will vomit blood and retreat.

"The Heart Sutra of Precious Sun and Moon Luck." Wang Laozhi's voice came, "It turns out it's you."

The soldier turned sideways to receive Wang Laozhi's palm. His disguise was shattered and pieces of clothing flew away, revealing Fang La's true face.

Wang Laozhi felt that the skill of his defeated general was far better than before, and his heart moved: "It seems that the so-called three forbidden methods of heavenly light and light are just an excuse."

When the officers and soldiers accepted the private soldiers, they carefully screened whether there were Liangshan soldiers and horses among them, but they did not know that there was Fang La behind the twenty-eight villages in Qingzhou, and they did not know that those private soldiers were mixed in.

The elite of Qingzhou Twenty-Eight Village.

The training methods of these people, except for some heretical magic, are no different from the private soldiers of wealthy families. They are like natural companions among them, which is very different from the style of the Liangshan Rebels.

After these Qingzhou elites were mixed together, they would secretly cast spells from the Sun and Moon lineage when they went to sleep at night, causing the shadows of the officers and soldiers around them to temporarily disappear.

This kind of spell does no actual harm at all. As long as you wait until dawn the next day, the shadow will recover.

However, Guan Luoyang persuaded Liu Hunkang, and the ceremony held at the military point field kept 20,000 people in the dark, and they voluntarily completed the steps of actually receiving the spell. This led to today's scene.

The phenomenon of great coma.

Liu Hunkang really suffered a lot, but Zhang Wanxian...

"Dongfang Yimu, blessed by Qinglong!"

As the officers and soldiers were rioting, the ships of Liang Shan's naval division finally approached the officers and soldiers' building ship.

All the rafts and boats, including the wood on the three warships, have been affixed with yellow talismans.

Just as Zhang Wanxian's voice spread, the yellow talisman burned.

The long-dead wood sprouted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and countless roots and vines grew out, extending towards the officers and soldiers' ship, entangled on the edge of the ship's deck, forming bridges dotted with green leaves.

Liangshan soldiers and horses, dressed in red like fire, climbed onto the deck along the bridge and officially entered the battlefield.

Many changes happened almost simultaneously.

Chen Xizhen made a sword gesture with his hand, emotions surged in his eyes, and he glanced around, but for a moment he didn't know where to send his flying sword.

Suddenly! Warm wind roared out from Liangshan Mountain, blowing away the wet mist.

Chen Xizhen's Taoist robes were blown up by the strong wind, and he looked up at the top of Liangshan Mountain.

Guan Luoyang put one hand behind his back, gently stretched out his right palm, and pinched it with his five fingers.

The torches all over the mountain made a whirring sound and were rekindled, illuminating the Liangshan soldiers who were full of energy and had swords in their hands.

Up and down the mountains, the tricks of light and darkness of torches were all controlled by Guan Luoyang alone.

The soldiers and horses in Liangshan were all well fed and well rested. At this time, as the horn sounded, they rushed out of the jungle all over the mountains and fields. Relying on the reduced gravity, they flew across the water and killed the officers and soldiers.

"Marshuai Chen, did you have fun?"

Guan Luoyang's troops came out in unison and said with a smile, "It's a pity that I still don't like this kind of slow fighting, so you won't have another chance."

Without saying a word, Chen Xizhen slashed towards the top of the mountain with his sword. His sword was roaring, like a dragon, like a tiger, like a trapped beast that had fallen into a trap for the first time.

But this is not the first time.

When the bait is swallowed step by step, and the prey moves deeper step by step, the conquerors who come with the arrogance of killing will be shocked when they reach the end.
Chapter completed!